Chance the Rapper — NaNa Live in the Studio

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Introducin' Chance the Ruthless Trip 'shrooms and lucy Dreams is lucid Loosely based on music Swallow my mucus Hope your pussy get herpes and yo' ass get lupus Deuces Douches. deuce deuce I'll shoot ya Shoes might boot cha and a suit might suit cha They be on bullshit but they really don't do shit They use of illusion could confuse Confucius Nasty, ashy, cigarette ashing, 'til my voice get raspy Last week suspended Last night kissed Va$htie Parleyed with Ashley Always in the hallway, so I never been classy Shut up [Hook] Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Na na na, na na na Igh [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Acid acid, get it? Acid Melts through plastic, I spit fired Pad my palette, talkin' paper If this was work, I'd get higher-ed Pardon my mishaps, burp and get murdered Fart and get bitch-slapped, like bourbon mixed with jack Lickety-split, lickety-slipped on a shell From peelin' banana split backs Give me my Kit-Kat Don't break me off shit, batch, fack is you mean bitch? Zan with that lean bitch, zan with that lean bitch Zen with that chakra I eat it like Idi Amin, you know what I mean Hit me back when that mean shit Shut up [Extended Hook] [Verse 3: Chance the Rapper] Vodka in my Redbull can, very formal Shot a porno on a rebel cam Don't be jealous that's the shit that got the devil damned Yeah you got one banger? Nigga I got several hands Chance and Dash and Dash and Detro at your rescue, man Don't you love the way I treat you extra special and Got me feeling upper echelon And I ate cheerios for dinner I broke like 40 bowls I'm the cereal bowl killer Manilla Fearing an animal They like Chano your an animal Here's a bunch of mushrooms go run in the woods and find your spirit animal I'm, hard to devour Hearts turning sour I want to put my twins in a tower So I could hoop in my basement and swim in my shower Choke holding my wine glass Propose a toast to the noggin I got holes in my socks and coal in my stocking Santa was on dirt with all the poor kids in Chatham So I rode to the north pole with a pole and I shot him Batman, Gotham Autumn I ought to start selling them But I ain't even on that Nananananannanananananannaanananan